I have woken up from my trance hungover more since I have arrived in Vallo than I have the last fifty or so years of my life and that is only a slight exaggeration. I am not complaining as the consequence is due to actions taken of my own willing accord; if anything, it feels as though I'm finally making use of my youth, something I have been told I do not do enough.
It is making me miss several things from home once more, however, particularly a specific type of hybrid ginger root that was grown in our sunless gardens. Ground into tea, it did what I would call magic, if I didn't know any better. The ginger tea here is very good, but not the same.
So, if whoever grants buildings, pets, money, and so forth from home wanted to supply me with that in specific in the next few moments, I would be eternally grateful. Hangover cures have been a topic of conversation within our home in the last few weeks, so I might as well add to it.